Rebirth

Somewhere in my distant past when I thought it was swell to be androgynous and to cut my own fringe (those jagged edges did nothing to conceal my slightly protruding forehead), I had a blog. No doubt, it was one of those puerile teenage blogs filled with angst and a tad  bit ( okay fine, A LOT) of drama only a 14 year old could conjure. Surprisingly I managed to maintain my blog till I became 17.

For some reason or another, I decided that no one should endure the musings and cogitations of my mind nor should they put themselves through anymore emotionally charged postings.  Also, I felt that the time had come to bury certain retrospection in the past and move along with what was in front of me. Believe me, I enjoyed blogging. The thrill of finding a pretty layout, the frustration of embedding codes, the furious typing of thoughts and the satisfaction of clicking on "Publish".

After much thought, I finally decided to start blogging again. Why? I think that blogging helps in getting my thoughts out. Why not try writing in a journal? Well, I do journal occasionally but a blog would help me share my cogitations and perhaps spark a discussion with others.

Why from my stained windows? 

Shakespeare mused that "the eyes are the window to your soul". 

You would have the privilege or the utter catastrophe of a glimpse into my pilgrim soul.

But why stained? It's because I am flawed. My soul is not in a state of apotheosis. 

Here's to the rebirth of a buried passion and a commencement of something new.